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The collision of blade and gun reverberated through the rainy night, the powerful impact causing Xia Po to step back. He steadied himself, swung the long spear, and the gun barrel spun rapidly in his hand like a storm, dispersing the surrounding raindrops one by one. Each raindrop shattered, as if the air was filled with invisible blades, pushing the atmosphere of the entire battlefield to the extreme of solemn killing intent.
With a low roar, Xia Po suddenly thrust the gun like a dragon, the tip of the gun carrying a sharp whistling sound, directly aimed at Lin Yu's chest. Lin Yu calmly met it, gripping a chain in his right hand, a knife in his left, his body slightly bent forward, the broad blade covering his mouth and nose, revealing only a pair of cold and sharp eyes.
The rain poured down heavily, with dense raindrops hitting the blades of swords and tips of spears, creating a faint tinkling sound. The surroundings blurred in the heavy rain, with only the glint of blades flashing in the darkness. The two stood facing each other in the rain, their gazes like sharp swords, attempting to pierce each other's souls.
The tip of Xia Po gleamed with a cold light, appearing incredibly sharp as if it could slice through the air. His arm tensed slightly, ready to strike at any moment. Lin Yu sank slightly, his legs tensed, prepared to unleash astonishing speed and power at any moment.
The rain around them seemed to solidify under their momentum, making the whole atmosphere tense and heavy. The confrontation between the two made time seem to stand still, with each second becoming unusually long.
Thunder roared in the distance, and lightning occasionally cut through the sky, illuminating this deadly battlefield. Xia Po breathed heavily and powerfully, each breath carrying a murderous intent, while Lin Yu calmly controlled his own breathing, keeping his inner self calm and focused.
Suddenly, Xia Po let out a roar, and his long spear shot out like a snake, swiftly thrusting towards Lin Yu. Lin Yu reacted quickly, swinging his chain with his right hand, which wrapped around the long spear, followed closely by a blade in his left hand, aiming straight for Xia Po's throat.
Xia Po reacted swiftly, forcefully shaking the long spear in an attempt to break free from the chain. Lin Yu's chain was as strong as steel, and the two engaged in a fierce battle in the rain, with flashing blades and clashing sparks. Xia Po's attacks were fierce, each strike carrying immense power and speed, while Lin Yu relied on agile footwork and precise skills to continuously evade and counterattack.
The rain beat down on the faces of the two, mixed with sweat and blood, making their vision even more blurry. Xia Po's marksmanship surged like a storm, every thrust of the gun carrying a piercing whistle, cutting through the rain like a sword, scattering it around. Lin Yu's evasions were ghostly, his chains and blades dancing in the air, forming silver arcs.
The air around them seemed to solidify with rain and killing intent, each drop of rain sounding like a death knell. In Lin Yu's eyes, there was only Xia Po, and in his heart, only the battle. He knew that the outcome of this fight would determine the fate of many, and he couldn't retreat or fail.
Lin Yu suddenly accelerated, swiftly retracting the chain and then flinging it out again, this time wrapping it around the barrel of Xia Po's long spear. Xia Po tried to shake off the chain with force, but Lin Yu's strength and skill kept it firmly entwined, unable to break free.
Taking advantage of this momentary pause, Lin Yu quickly rushed forward, the blade of the left hand flashing like lightning, aiming straight for Xia Po's throat. Caught off guard, Xia Po was forced to step back, releasing the long spear from the right hand and swiftly drawing the short knife from the waist to meet Lin Yu's attack.
Lin Yu and Xia Po faced off, their two swords clashing at high speed in the rain, sparking brightly in the pitch-black night. The rain relentlessly beat down on their faces, mixing with sweat and blood to form a dark red sludge.
Xia Po, a seasoned veteran, had experienced countless battles, and every move he made was filled with fierce strength. However, after losing his long spear, his most prized weapon, and losing the advantage of attack range, his hand movements and strength gradually weakened. Lin Yu keenly sensed that although Xia Po's offense remained fierce, his strength was no longer as powerful as before. His breathing became rapid, and his movements showed signs of fatigue.
The blades clashed once again, and every strike from Lin Yu was steady and fierce, gradually overpowering Xia Po. He noticed the impatience and unease in Xia Po's eyes, realizing that the seasoned warrior was clearly aware of his disadvantage. Lin Yu knew this was his chance to win, and he had to stay calm and find the perfect moment to launch a fatal blow.
"Do you think you can defeat me like this?" Xia Po gritted his teeth and angrily roared, attempting to disrupt Lin Yu's focus with his words. He brandished his short sword, trying to launch another fierce attack, but each of his strikes was cleverly deflected by Lin Yu.
Lin Yu remained unmoved, calmly responding to Xia Po's attacks. Every move he made was calculated and precise, skillfully evading and counterattacking, gradually wearing down Xia Po's strength and will. As the rain grew heavier, the two figures clashed fiercely in the downpour, their blades sparking in the darkness.
Xia Po's movements became increasingly frantic, each attack carrying anger and despair. His strength gradually waned, and his actions grew clumsy. Lin Yu seized this opportunity, intensifying his assault and forcing Xia Po to retreat step by step.
"Old man, today is your doomsday!" Lin Yu said coldly, a hint of cruelty flashing in his eyes. He suddenly accelerated, the blade flashing like lightning, aiming straight for Xia Po's throat.
Xia Po tried to resist, but his movements couldn't keep up with Lin Yu's speed. The blade flashed, knocking Xia Po's dagger away, and deeply cutting across his throat, blood spraying out.
Xia Po widened his eyes, covered his wound, swayed, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, looking at Lin Yu with resentment. Lin Yu's deep blue clothes were soaked in the rain, clinging to his body, his hands covered in blood. Under the shroud of night and rain, his figure resembled that of a grim reaper.
Xia Po's voice was weak and hoarse, filled with endless anger and unwillingness: "Clearly... clearly possessing such skill, why submit to Yang Hao... why..." He weakly questioned, his eyes filled with anger and despair.
Lin Yu remained silent, his eyes cold and merciless. He knew that this question had no simple answer. In this cruel world, everyone has their own fate and choices, and he had his reasons too. He raised the knife, its blade shimmering with a cold light in the rain, and softly said, "This is fate."
Upon hearing this, Xia Po's mouth twitched slightly, as if trying to smile, but blood gushed from his mouth. Using his last bit of strength, he let out a low, deep laugh, his eyes revealing a hint of despair and resignation. Then, his body collapsed weakly to the ground, the light in his eyes gradually fading.
Lin Yu stood next to the body of Xia Po, rain kept hitting his face, mixed with dripping blood. He took a deep breath, feeling the weight on his shoulders and the heaviness in his heart. He knew the battle was over, but their mission was not yet complete.
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